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Book: Poems from The Dream of Being: selected poems,
prose poems

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the dream of being

It would be despairing if you existed
only as a character in another person's dream, for the other would
certainly want to be awakened. And yet to awaken them would amount to
your own dissolution. So you would not awaken them; you would rather
exist in a dream than not exist at all. But what if this dream is a
nightmare of your self? That is: would you keep them sleeping, if the
dreamer dreaming your being ...was you?

We dreamt that we were dreaming, and then
that we were dreaming that we were dreaming, and then that the dreamer
was not the dreamer but the dream. In the end there was no dreamer, only
the dream of a dreamer; a dream dreaming a dreamer. We do not dream, we
are dreamt. The Dream dreams the dreamer, then the dreamer dreams, then
the dream of the dreamed dreamer dreams, and so on. The dream dreams the
dreamer, the dreamer does not dream the dream.

Dream on dreamer.

You are but a dream-catcher.

And you are caught.

the wall

A long time ago a person was chased to a
wall and then slain before they could dig through it. And then came many
others, similarly chased, similarly doomed to be slaughtered while digging
at the same spot. Until after a great duration the mass of
indistinguishable corpses created a tremendous labyrinth hindering both
hunter and prey.

Now, perhaps you are within this
interminable structure. Perhaps even leaning against that very wall- a
barrier attacked with bleeding fingers and panicked charges. You can sense
the danger, the confinement, and the hidden anguish forming the foundation
of it all. Yet you do not consider digging. Not until they are upon you.

lost bees

There are bees in every hive with inherent
imperfections: they cannot navigate from the directions given by others.
They fly off everywhere. They are always getting lost. They never gather
much pollen. Yet, by an incongruous twist of fate, these bees can still
dance directions to others. And so they occasionally return from their
misguided wanderings with delirious gospel of what they have found. Good
god, what they have found! It is the lost bee who finds new flowers.